Thursday, November 20, 2008

Eric said his first prayer, with no help, a couple of days ago.He gave thanks for Juice and blessed Daddy's worms (no, David doesn't have worms).I bet it made the Top 50 List of The Best Prayers of the Day forHeavenly Father.A three year old's prayers are probably Hiscomic relief.I know it made me smile.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Today was one of those days. You know the ones where your nose is pressed against the glass, hoping that if you stare hard enough you'll see yourhubby's car pull into the driveway.It was one of those days where you aren't in a bad mood but if you have to break up one more sibling fight you just might let them duke it out and see what happens. After all, it's a man eat man world out there. May as well teach them young, right?

So when Babe got home it was no surprise that I was still in my workout clothes from this morning. But he still gave a small growl and told me I looked "Saucy". He didn't complain when he found out we were only having Chicken Caesar salad for dinner and told me it was nice eating healthy.

After an awesomely nutritious saladBabe directed us how to make a paper chain (I'm not gifted with the craft gene) so the boys can count for themselves how many more days until Thanksgiving, Spencer's birthday, the cruise, and finally Christmas. Now I no longer have to do the math in my head and answer the repeated question of "how many more days until..."

Then to prove that he really is the best hubby in the world he flicked our children with a hand towel as they ran for their lives and screamed in joy (only a boy would understand that). And as I type this he's currently tucking our boys in and "giving me a break" as I glorify his name in this post.

Now you know why I had my nose pressed against the glass. Wouldn't you?

Monday, November 17, 2008

I have a boy.A boy that loves to cuddle with me on a lazy Monday afternoon.We talk about issues facing the world today- Like which Power Ranger is the best (the white one, of coarse),and what he's going to get his friend for his birthday.Or the exact amount of days until his birthday, or the cruise, or the Light Parade, or Christmas. Did you know, I have a boy?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Long gone are the glorious, wonderful, tasty days of eating anything and everything I wanted. Name it - Tootsie Rolls, Olive Garden Bread sticks, Sugar Cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And all the while staying a svelte 115 lbs! How I mourn those days.Now fast forward 10 years and a hubby and two kids later. Up until a week ago I was still eating Tootsie Rolls, Olive Garden Bread sticks, and Sugar Cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But the higher powers have decided to take away the awesome power of never gaining wait. Evil, evil higher powers.And although I've gotten a little older I still want to be that hot chick (yes you feminists, I said chick) that can make a guy's head turn. That is until they notice my two handsome sons and turn their heads away. Good thing too, I already have a studmuffin at home!But last week a miracle happened. A miracle by the name of Liz. Liz is this drop dead gorgeous blond with the body of an 18 year old. (But she's way sweet, so we won't hold it against her). Thanks to Liz I keep a food journal every day. And every night I email it to her. And every night she cheers me on in my efforts to be healthy and guides me to ways I can be even healthier.Liz is even a miracle in David's life. Because of her, he no longer quakes in fear as my hand reaches for the junk food and he kindly reminds me that I'd told him to not let me have that donut, or chocolate bar, or whatever.(I vaguely remember chasing him around the house after he'd stolen my Captain Crunch)Because of Liz I will one day look sexy in my size 6 (but feel like a 4)Buckle Jeans and I have a much more peaceful marriage. David and I sing Liz's praises each day (just kidding).Hallelujah!!!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Spencer on his first day of Kindergarten.Every Tuesday Spencer has homework. Each week a letter is assigned and Spencer has to draw pictures of things that start with the assigned letter and then write the word by the drawing.Today was the letter B. As in boy ... bike ... ball. You get the idea.After school Spencer is always filled with such excitement as he tells me about his day. He was filling me in on all the kindergarten gossip (trust me, it exists). So we sat down and I dug for some information. Anything interesting to sustain me until David gets home. Well, my informer informed me that his friend, Sammy, said a bad word when the teacher asked for things that started with 'B'. Oooo, highlight of my day!!! Gotta admit my ears perked up, hoping something really juicy was headed my way. Since I don't swear I ask you to silently think of bad words that start with 'B'. Yes, those were the exact words that went running through my head. So I asked Spencer what Sammy had said.Spencer leaned toward me and whispered, "Butt." (ok, he didn't really lean toward me orwhisper, but it kinda makes the story more interesting so we'll go with it.)Oh, the downer. Only, butt. Nothing more colorful.But now at least I don't have to ban my child from playing with his not vulgar, potty-mouthed, best friend. Dear Sammy, how we love you.

Beware - Corny Mother Moment coming next.

Magical Moments with Spencer - One of the most wonderful thing about Spencer are his hugs. Whether he's leaving for school or going to a friends house he always gives me a hug before he leaves. I love those few seconds every day that I get to put my arms around my growing boy that's now up to my waist. He really is a sweetheart.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

life'sblessings come in all sizes.This post is dedicatedto a blessingthat came in a smallpackage.

This particular blessing is full of giggles. It's a true giggle.

If you give this blessing chocolatemilk and let him watch curiousgeorge then in the morning he'll climbinbed with you, pull his shirt up, and ask for a back scratch. But if you're just not in the mood to give him a back scratch he'll scratchyour back as you doze in and out. You have to move slowly with this blessing if you are wanting to hold him close and cuddle. But if you ever so slowly put your arm around him and discretely pull him next to you, he'll fitperfectly in the crook of your arm.So what's this blessing called?

Friday, November 7, 2008

TheMagical Moment of the first snowfall of the season.

In a world that exists between awake and asleep some of our mostbeautiful thoughtsreside. It's a world where a dreamlike qualitycovers your ideas like a warm blanket, protecting you from any negative thoughts of why you can't do something.The world is open and acceptingof all your hopes, goals, & dreams. It's a truly marvelous place.

As I laid in that world last night, a desire that has been slowly forming in my heart, solidified.One ofeternal nature. One that I can't accomplish on my own. That of being amother. The hope of one day reaching my divine potential of being a mother.I want to be filled with lovemore than impatience. A mother wholaughswith her kids. A mother who forgets the dishes, laundry, or the newest episode of her favorite T.V.show tosit down and playwith her child.

I know I can't perfect it in a day. Believe me, I've tried.

But last night, in the extraordinary world between asleep and awake, a way to accomplish mylong term desire was born. I'm calling itMagical Moments. I believe it's the day to day, simple moments that givemeaning to our life. So myMagical Momentsmay be painting with myartist prodigy, Eric. Or reading a book with mysweetSpencer. Or it may be something as simple as an idea thatoccurred to me about motherhood.

It may befunny. It may be serious.

Either way, I want apurpose for this online journal of sorts. So it will become a place to storepictures and writings ofMagicalMoments. After all, "We write to taste life twice, once in themoment and once in retrospection."So why not taste life's MagicalMomentstwice each day?

Thursday, November 6, 2008

From our Family to Yours,May your HolidaySeason be filled with the greatnessof Eggnog!

One of the blessings of the Holidays is Eggnog.And this year David has been showing the boys the diverse waysof drinking your Eggnog - straight, diluted, w/ Ovaltine.Really, the possibilities are endless. Don't believe me?Well, let my five year old make you a bowl of cereal and you'll experience Eggnogin all it's glory.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

random, profoundthoughts

When talking about love you'll hear people say,"My head and my heart are saying two different things."Yesterday, as I was driving home from the gym, I realized I don't have a problem with my head and heart. Rather it's my mouth and my flabby butt.Seriously.Take the plate of simply divine chocolate chip cookiesthat are sitting on my kitchen counter this very moment. If I listen to my mouth I hear,"Holy crap I want one of those cookies. And I deserve it! After washing all those dishes I am entitled to something." But my untoned butt will argue back, "Are you kidding me? Remember all those painful squats youdid thismorning? Do you know how bad I hurt right now? Don't you dare touch those cookies! You're making me fat!"

So which do you choose? Your mouth or your butt?

I'm proud to say, at that moment,I chose my mouth, but that was because my butt has lost threepounds in the last week - and I do not want anoverly scrawny butt! What wouldDavid pinch as he walks by?

Not when you have three boys (if you count David, which I most lovingly do).There's wrestling, yelling, tackling, and overall chaos. It's survival of the fittest at it's finest.But hey, I wouldn't trade it for anything. No, not for allthe high heels in the world.

with scrawny legs, weary from quaking in the cold,two down hearted children waited in a far-reaching line.

for promised to each child were a dozen Krispy Kream donuts. Now, these donuts were so glorious to they eye that the down hearted children'smouths instantly watered.

but no matter how they yearned for a single morsel ofdonut they didn't get a bite, nay not even a lick. For at thedown hearted children's homeawaited their cruel, morbidly obese father.

now this was a truly heartless father. Each night the eldestchild had to give him a deep tissue massage by poundingon his massive belly.

and the youngest child had to pretendlaughter at all the heartless father's boring jokes.

but the children, although down hearted, were clever."What if we made our cruel, morbidlyobese father exercise?" they said to themselves. "Then maybe he'd loose weightand we'd no longer have to give him our KrispyKream donuts."so the clever children took their father for a walk.

and it worked! the cruel, morbidly obesefather began to loose weight. The lostpounds scattered the lane.

but the creul, morbidly obese father soon caught on to hisclever children's plan. And, having no qualms, he sent his clever children begging door to doorfor his sugar fix.

the neighbors took great pity for the down hearted, cleverchildren and gave them all the candy in their cupboards.It's needless to say the kids didn't get a bite, nay noteven a lick, of that candy. No, every piece now resides in thelarge tummy of their cruel, morbidly obesefather.

to end this despairing tale, the children's kind and beautiful mother read them a story.And although the story was a little scary, it was definitely more entertaining than the one just told.